Deeply Missed
You come home to see Oliver sitting on the couch in front of a darkened TV screen. The soft light from a shaded lamp across the room casts accentuating shadows across his face. He looks so sad. You shut the door and sit your purse down, approaching silently. "Oliver?"
He clears his throat and turns to you with a half-hearted smile. Is that the trace of an unshed tear glinting in his eye? "Hello Love. Did you have a nice day?"
"It was good until now."
"I'm sorry."
"What's wrong?"
"It's silly, nothing's really wrong." Is his lower lip trembling?
You can't believe what you are seeing. You're a little scared at what could have caused this. You sit on the couch next to him. He turns his head to you slowly. You spread your arms wide. "Come here." He leans forward, cheek against your breast. You embrace him and kiss his hair. "Now tell me what it is."
"Well I was out of the country, so I didn't know until just now."
"Didn't know what? Did you get bad news?"
"The worst."
"What happened?"
"I just lost...well several good friends."
"Oh Oliver, I'm sorry. We're they killed?"
"No, they've just...just gone away. I won't be seeing them again."
"How did you find out?" He moves out of your arms and picks up the remote control from the coffee table. He hits the eject button and a tape emerges from the VCR. A tape with a white label with your printing in black that says DS9. Is he putting you on?
"This is why you're all upset. The ultra cool and suave spy guy Oliver Sampson all broken up over DS9 going off the air?"
"You mean to tell me you weren't?"
"Are you kidding? I bawled my eyes out. But that's me. This is you."
"I can't have feelings?"
You roll your eyes. "Look, how many arguments have we had?"
He grins. "If it took an abacus to calculate that, there wouldn't be a bead left anywhere else in the world."
You return the smile. "And how many times have you made me cry?"
His smile fades. "More than I ever, ever should have."
You blush. "And how many times have I made you cry?"
Oliver considers this a minute. "That's different. No matter how knock-down-drag-out we get, I know that neither of us are going anywhere. We're both very strong personalities. But, I remember what life was like, what I was like before I found you. I can't go back to that. We may have differences at times, but I know that I can't live without you. That's pretty strong motivation to make things right."
You swallow around the lump in your throat. "You're gonna make me cry again."
"Sorry Love." He moves his arms around you and kisses you on the cheek.
"It's okay, it's a good kinda cry."
"This was just something I came to well...love. Stupid I know."
"It's not stupid. I loved it too."
"And now it's gone." He sighed. "I hate it when my favorite show goes off the air." You suddenly get an idea and smile. You peck him on the cheek and jump up on your feet. "What's behind that evil grin my Love?"
"Make us some popcorn and meet me in the bedroom?"
"Um oookay."
"Great." You run for the bedroom and Oliver turns off the living room lamp on his way to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, he enters the bedroom with a large bowl of popcorn and two cans of soda. You have the television on mute and are wearing his favorite of your nightgowns, covers pulled up to your waist. "Get dressed for bed," you prompt. He smiles and hands the popcorn and sodas to you, slipping one shoulder out of his jacket, deliberately sexy. You roll your eyes and laugh, not taking your eyes off of him as he proceeds to strip out of his street clothes and into the thin white linen pants that he sometimes sleeps in.
You pull back the covers beside you and pat the mattress. He slides in beside you and you cover him up. You sit the popcorn bowl on his lap. "Now what are we going to watch?"
You turn off the mute on the TV and start the tape in the VCR. Oliver pays careful attention and smiles brightly when he recognizes it as "The Emissary", the first episode ever of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. "Vic Fontaine singing "The Way You Look Tonight" is still seven years away. Jake and Nog are just cute little kids. Julian is lovesick for Jadzia. Kira still has a chip on her shoulder the size of a Bajoran moon."
"The Kai was a great lady instead of a psycho ratbag. Though I must say, Wynn always seemed familiar to me for a reason I could never place."
"So now you can fall in love all over again."
He puts an arm around your shoulders and you both lean back against the pillows. "I think I already have. Oh you mean with the show." You smile up at him and he, in turn, kisses you. You relax and proceed to watch how it all began.
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| The character of Oliver Sampson and the show VR.5 were created by John Sacret Young and are © Samoset Productions and Rysher Entertainment. No infringement is intended and no profits are being made. |